Текст песни Green, Green Grass of Home - Curly Putman

The old freight carlooks the same
As i climb in from the rain
And there to greet me are my baddies bound for nowhere
And down the tracks i look and there runs harry
Freezing cold, his bones so weary
He's glad to reach the bare, bare boards of home
Yes they're all here to meet me
Hearts a'shivering but joking freely
It's good to touch the bare, bare boards of home
Our freight car home smells the same
As we creak on through the rain
And there's that old orange crate that we used to play on
We start a'shuffling cards for five stud poker
Our hands are lit by an oil lamp stoker
It's good to touch the bare, bare boards of home
I soon get sleepy and look around
For a spot to settle down
To snooze awhile before the norming light's a 'dawning
But there appears a guard in the doorway standing
Down from the roof with his shotgun staring
To make us leave the bare, bare boards of home
So they'll all come to see me
By the campfire near that old oak tree
It was good to touch the bare, bare boards of home
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